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Adjunct Professor Or Woman Dating A Dude Who Won’t Commit: Who Said It?

I know I should end it, but I’ve invested so much time.
I think if I can just hang in there a few more years we’ll be ready to formalize the relationship.
Everything about this feels so temporary. I have no place to even keep my stuff except for that one drawer you so graciously offered to let me use, and even in there I keep finding stuff that I know isn’t mine. How many other people are using this drawer?
I can’t do this anymore.
But dammit, you’re all I have! I’ve let so many other opportunities pass me by while clinging to this dream that’s become a nightmare, and still, I can’t bring myself to cut it off.
I’m sick of your personal narratives. Why does everything always have to be about you?
I spend so much time offering you feedback, and it’s like you don’t even care. And it’s frustrating for me when we schedule specific “conference sessions” so we can sit down and talk, just the two of us, and then you blow me off.
I hate that you think it’s okay to call me at the last minute and I’ll be available. And I hate it even more that I always am.
You know what? I’m done. Knock yourself out trying to call me next time you get desperate, because I’m…